Originally Posted by BlackBellamy (Post 3162871)

After I got out of a hell job in a shot-up hotel in the ghetto, I decided to deal cocaine like some of my other friends. But since I was also just fresh out of college, I used that to get a job as a resident counselor in a facility for people transitioning out of long-term care in a psychiatric hospital to a more community-based setting. Like that house on your block full of crazy people out of nowhere? We would rent houses in nice neighborhoods for top dollar and just pack them in! So I would cruise around town on my studly motorcycle delivering cocaine and as part of my lower paid but more rewarding job I would also visit all the homes and make sure no one was stabbing each other and they were doing their chores. I would also counsel them.

How do you counsel a 35-year old woman who dresses like Sailor Moon full-time and carries a giant lollipop and pink inflatable beach ball? I mean I don't think there was Sailor Moon in '86 but that was her look. She would find these older guys and they would come to the group home and wait outside in their Jaguars while she got ready and then they would go off and she would walk around and giggle and look at them and they would sit there and watch her back. She wouldn't do any sex-stuff but she intimated they would jerk off or do some weird up-the-ass stuff to themselves. According to her. I didn't give a shit; my job was chores with no stabbery so I tried to redirect.

The best time was when the guy came to pick her up and someone opened the door and we all looked at him and he looked at us and while Karen was going "Sorry I know we have a meeting but I gotta go!" I was busy locking eyes with the guy I sold cocaine to an hour before. Fun times!

Originally Posted by Topgunben (Post 3162700)

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Originally Posted by Woke Locc (Post 3162589)

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Originally Posted by JurisDictum (Post 3162941)

I wouldn't compare myself to this character! I swear I come off classy and brainy. I wear "too much blacks and greys" not sailor moon anime.

It's not the same as the freakish slutty thing. It's a hole different aesthetic. For me it's always my doctors and stuff that fall in love. This might sound hard to believe, but in my real life, there is no aggravating narration and I can squeeze myself into some really narrow corridors. I am super humble. I am also really good at pronouncing big words and stuff. So I am clearly not like her at all, that girl you met in the 1980s when you were still middle aged.

She sounds like a Little. I am glad such people have community now and a banner and identity to wear. I don't identify as such explicitly but the truth is my husband and I agree that I am a dependent. It would be an emotional issue if it weren't a physical one (and it is cuz my hands are bork). I am super lucky he is highly chivalrous about keeping me hydrated in between breedings, and feeding me the leafy greens and healthy things that comprise a balanced pet diet. This is a fulfilling state of affairs for the Little, or me. Before, I had to interface w/ reality directly, no Owner layer, & it was just 24 hr torture and I sat around making fun of people for being libturds.

-j

Originally Posted by JurisDictum (Post 3162941)

I wouldn't compare myself to this character! I swear I come off classy and brainy. I wear "too much blacks and greys" not sailor moon anime.
-j

Originally Posted by BlackBellamy (Post 3163114)

I wasn't comparing you :) The borderline whore was just there for flavor. My point was that the 1980s were my high-water mark. I broke three ribs on that bike later and cocaine got way too cheap to make margin without volume and cocaine volume is what gets you RICO'd into FCI Hellhole for the rest of your life so I sold off what I had along with my broken bike and became just a regular guy without any adventures. So if you ever hear me post some exciting anecdote circa 1992 or later, that's just pure lying.